Lights that Go Flash in the Night

Sunday night we enjoyed watching again the first Christian movie I ever attended as a teenager. The film ended as usual with Richard Burton and Jean Simmons holding hands and walking to their execution as white, fluffy clouds surrounded them. “The Robe” played at my junior high school auditorium in 1954.

On that inspiring note near midnight, we dropped the Roman shades in our bedroom, turned off the lights and got cozy and comfortable under the blankets. With eyes closed, we laid close together on the verge of entering dreamland, one step away from unconsciousness.

Suddenly, I opened my eyes. “Did you see that flash of light?”

“Yes, I did!”

Ten minutes later. “Did you see it again?”

“Yes, I did!”

“Did you hear any thunder?”

“No.”

“I think thunder always follows lightning.”

“Let's keep our eyes open.”

Our sleepy eyes refused to stay at attention and we drifted off again.

Closet mirrors line one long wall in our bedroom. Fifteen minutes later through closed eye lids, we saw a flash of light fill the bedroom once again. After the fourth episode, Craig investigated the front, back and side yards, but found nothing suspicious. I suggested he sleep in the library that adjourns our bedroom and wait for the light to appear again. Before he could enter the library and sit down, a bright flash exploded, but this time accompanied by loud popping and snapping noises.

I sat upright in bed. “Oh my goodness! I see an electrical problem!”

No, China has the problem and gave it to America! Now our government insists we buy those tubular light blubs that hiss at you while you sit in the library, minding your own business reading your favorite book.

President Bush gets the blame for this decision. I wonder if I'm responsible to tell him the light, with the switch off, comes on repeatedly before China's bulb blows up and creates a mental emergency for the elderly.

Sure glad I went to Jerry's a couple months ago and purchased twenty-years supply of good old Mr. Edison. My sons will groan when they inherit these efficient antiques.

Happy Springtime!

Happy Birthdays, Joyce and Margaret!

Juanita

Famous People

Meeting or seeing a famous person makes exciting news to 'write home about' or record in my blog. I want to share a recent experience with you.

My husband and I took a bus with Tulip Tours to Canada. We visited an art gallery displaying works of talented artists. One painting captured my attention. I couldn't take my eyes of it. Nearly full size, a beautiful young woman dominated the scene. With long golden hair falling past her shoulders, she wore partial shoulder armor over a long, dark gown. The woman stood on a rock formation with her eyes focused upwards. The picture was bordered in 23 kt. gold leaf paint. The name of the oil painting: The Good Fight. The picture rested on the floor, but I could almost look her straight in the eye. I was probably the last one of the tour to leave the gallery that day. So inspiring—she kept my attention spellbound!

When we returned home, I found the artist and his paintings on-line. I inserted 'my' picture on my desktop to enjoy at no cost to me. Neither me nor of my friends could afford to purchase this work of art from a world famous artist.

Last week, I went to his website  (www.manuelnunezart.com)  once again to adore his work. I noticed a tab to contact him. Since I had a couple questions about his work, I filled out the form, but thinking he probably won't answer me. In less than an hour, my phone rings. Manuel Nunez, the famous artist, is on the line! Almost speechless, I forgot most of my questions. I couldn't believe he called me. He didn't appear in a hurry and we talked for several minutes.

Because of the title he chose, The Good Fight, I thought he might be a Christian. Paul said in 2 Timothy 4:7 NKJV “I have fought the good fight, I have finished the race, I have kept the faith.” So I asked him. Yes, he was! 

 

He proceeded to tell me the woman with the armor represents the Bride of Christ! Oh, my goodness! Now it is my favorite picture for sure. He said the original painting belongs to a man living in Spain. I was pumped the next three days and told my friends about my phone call from a famous, yet humble-sounding person.

I was even crazy enough to tell him that I was an artist too. My medium —spray paint. 

 

We artists love to create, don't we? All talent comes from the Creator of the universe!

Happy Birthday!

Barbara

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Happy Anniversary!

Peter & Julie 52nd

Ron & Joyce

Juanita